Almost a year ago, I was walking in the Saint-Sulpice woodland. I was on vacation. Autumn had officially begun, although this year, it is still in its infancy. As often happens when things are repeated, the observation is pretty much the same. However, the eye always finds something to explore. I'm back on vacation after a year of hardly going outside. I'm doubly inoculated, the virus is a little less scary, and the seasons don't give a damn.